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Well, I really hope I don’t cry while writing this. My mom is my best friend. She may not believe that statement because I have a few really amazing people that also qualify as best friends, but not in the same way as my mom. She’s been with me through the hardest days of my life and the best.
Let me give you a quick recap of the beginning years of my life… I used to absolutely despise going to school. From day one, I detested it. It would’ve made more sense for me to hate it in later elementary school years (drama, ugh), but I didn’t like the first years because I had major separation anxiety with my mom. I cried every single morning in the first few weeks of a new school year, screamed while she left down the hall.
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